Doppelganger (3)
"Phew... So, Brina, how'd you spot me as the real deal right away?"
Han Yeoul, hiking up his pants, turned to Brina, who was smacking her lips with lingering desire.
"There's no way I, your devoted onahole, couldn't distinguish Master's semen scent. Even just the aroma wafting from your pants... mmph~ It's so thick and intoxicating."
Brina nuzzled her face against the bulging outline in Yeoul's pants, caressing it lovingly like a cherished treasure. But soon, with a regretful smack of her lips, she pulled away.
"Honestly, once wasn't enough... but with the time limit, there's nothing to be done."
Only four hours remained until the black waves would crash again. Yeoul headed with Brina toward the location of the second-closest onahole he sensed.
Deep in the Shadow Labyrinth's heart, the boss doppelganger—the true body of all the wandering clone doppelgangers—clutched its abdomen and writhed on the ground.
"Grrraaah...!! What the hell is that guy?!"
All clone doppelgangers were extensions of the boss doppelganger's core self. They shared experiences, allowing the boss to mimic intruders' patterns perfectly by receiving every detail of what the clones endured. This system had worked flawlessly until now. At worst, a clone died—equivalent to clipping a human's nail, inflicting no real harm on the boss.
But the clones slain by Yeoul were different. Specifically, those pierced and killed by his manhood transmitted sensations so vivid, it felt as if the boss itself had endured them directly.
For some reason, the moment a clone died and reabsorbed into the boss, it forcibly shifted into Brina's form, forcing the boss to relive the clone's exact experience. This didn't happen with the clone beheaded earlier—only those gutted by Yeoul's cock affected it. That's why, later on, the boss had ordered clones to subdue Yeoul with brute force on sight.
"Hic... I never expected raw power from a mere high goblin anyway."
The boss doppelganger's Brina form melted back into a sloppy, black-slime humanoid shape.
Somehow, the sole human intruder, Yeoul, navigated straight toward his comrades' positions as if he knew them all. The boss checked the comrade in Yeoul's path.
"The one he's heading for next... a slime?"
After a pathetically weak goblin, now a slime? It looked like a higher species mimicking human form, unlike common slimes—but still, a slime.
"Entering my labyrinth with a slime, my inferior kin? Hah, he must really underestimate me. Not even worth copying. Better to eliminate it before they link up."
The slime's aura was far below its own, with no detectable mana or magic. Slimes had negligible physical prowess anyway, so the boss commanded its clones to wipe out Slami.
"Even clones can handle something that weak. Hm...? W-what the—?!"
"Around here?"
Yeoul reached the second onahole's location and scanned the surroundings.
"I figured some would jump us on the way, but nothing?"
"Strange, Master. Doppelgangers love infiltrating groups of two or more to sow division—they wouldn't just sit idle."
Yeoul had expected more varied tactics after the Brina incident, yet they'd traveled nearly an hour without a single encounter. Something was brewing, and the unease lingered despite the easygoing trip.
"Anyway, how do we tell the real Slami apart?"
"Just use her like an onahole, Master?"
"I've considered that, but as you know, Slami's fluids are acidic. My authority protects the real Slami, me, and the other onaholes from harm—but a doppelganger Slami wouldn't be safe."
"Ah, so the moment you insert into a fake Slami..."
"Yeah. My dick would melt. Regeneration and Jeanne's ability mean no real worry, but it'd hurt like hell, and I couldn't try multiple times."
"Then we seal that method. There must be a way without using Master's precious cock."
As Yeoul and Brina pondered alternatives, his senses picked something up.
"Hm? Hear that from over there?"
A faint, wet slapping echoed from the corridor ahead.
"That sound... Slami? Sounds like a fight."
"If it's combat, that's perfect. One of them has to be real."
"Right. Let's hurry."
Yeoul and Brina rushed toward the noise. Rounding the corner, they saw identical Slamis tangled in a brawl. Or rather, not quite.
"Aaaah...!!"
"Ahaha~ Getting eaten by a slime, you superior species? Loser~ Loser~"
It wasn't multiple Slamis fighting—it was one central Slami ensnaring the others with tentacles, devouring them unilaterally.
"Slami? What the...?"
"Ah? Lame Master! Brina! Finally here~? Slow, slow~ Nom nom~"
In the blink Slami spotted Yeoul and Brina, the ensnared Slamis melted into black, amorphous shapes—clone doppelgangers. They tried slipping through floor cracks to escape, but it was futile. The central Slami spread her tentacles wide, scooping them up and swallowing them whole.
"Aaaah...!!! Aa...! A..."
"Stay put! Slurp slurp~ Gulp! Phew~! Tasty~!"
Trapped in the tentacle membrane, the doppelganger dissolved in Slami's acidic fluids, absorbed in seconds. Even as a higher species, doppelgangers shared slime roots. Slami, evolved to D-grade at stage 4 with [Reactive Acid - Mild Fluids], had upgraded her unique ability [Kin Devouring] to [Species Devouring], letting her consume any slime-kin. Shapeshifting doppelganger clones couldn't escape her enhanced predation.
After devouring the last one, Slami licked her lips.
"Smack~ Kinda lacking~ No more coming~?"
Despite polishing off the ten clones the boss had generously dispatched, Slami approached Yeoul with a dissatisfied pout.
Having witnessed her devour doppelgangers via her unique ability, Yeoul had no doubt she was real. He scooped up the approaching Slami into a hug.
"Lame Master~! Came to find me~? Were you worried~?"
"Yeah, worried... but looks like I could've taken my time."
She wasn't just fine—she'd filled her belly. Left alone, she'd have eaten all the doppelgangers and met up eventually.
"Yup, yup~ Slami kinda likes it here? Tasty kin come right to me~ Not even that strong~"
"Wanna stay, then?"
At Yeoul's question, Slami wriggled from his arms, slinking between his legs to teasingly stroke his crotch with a tentacle.
"But Master's cum tastes best, so no living here~"
"Yeah?"
Surprised by her unusually dutiful words, Yeoul patted her head. Slami shook it side to side, giggling ticklishly. Then, sensing something, her tentacle shifted toward Brina.
"Ah! Brina! You snuck Master's cum again, didn't you?! His cum pouch is a bit emptier!"
Slami instantly detected the semen expenditure and grilled Brina, who had joined first.
"Who knows~? Maybe Master just couldn't resist using his superior onahole?"
Brina crossed her arms confidently, her breasts jiggling. Slami turned her tantrum on Yeoul.
"Always using Brina~! I want cum too~! Gimme~! You lame Master! Starving your onaholes, evil owner!"
"Hey, when did I ever starve you? I feed you and Brina the same every day."
"Cum potions are nice, but sometimes I wanna eat it direct~! Lame Master doesn't get onahole feelings!"
Yeoul had assumed Slami preferred straight cum over onahole use due to her low stimulation. On busy days, he'd quickly finish in high-stimulation Brina, bottle the semen as potions for Slami. Who knew she craved onahole action too.
As her owner, Yeoul felt responsible.
"Didn't realize you felt that way. I'll use you more from now on."
At his promise, Slami sprang up from her floor tantrum, grinning and clinging to him.
"...Reaally~? Then gimme now~! Those I ate were yummy, but digest fast—I'm hungry~ Hurry, cum~"
"Feels like I got played... Whatever."
"Kyaaang~♥"
In the end, Yeoul creampied Slami right there in the dungeon, after Brina.
"Mmm~ So full~ Lame Master's cum is the best~"
As satisfied Slami basked beside him, Yeoul reflected.
Am I really dungeon crawling? Feels like I'm wielding my dick more than my sword.
Something felt off, but the dungeon was progressing smoothly, so he decided to think positive.